guyyfailure
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Because for all the steel he carried, for all the armor he built around himself, Max had a weakness. A crack in the foundation. Every person did. An Achilles’ heel.
His just happened to come dressed in Ferrari red, dripping with history and expectation, a vision of tragic beauty, made sharper by the weight he carried. Those untamable curls formed a dark halo, framing a face that seemed a divine accident. Eyes that held the fire of a champion could soften with a boy's laughter in an instant, a contradiction that had clawed under Max’s skin, into his bloodstream, and festered.
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- Part 2 of Give me the taste of pleasure and pain
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I've got no taboos, I'll make a trade with you (Do anything you want me to) by guyyfailure
Fandoms: Formula 1 RPF
01 Dec 2025
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An early DNF left Charles with a bitter taste in his mouth. Max, ever the gracious champion, was all too happy to replace it with his own.
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“You here to congratulate me?” he says, voice bright, cheeks flushed from the win, from the noise, from the ego. He tilts his head, all pretty elegance.
Max doesn’t answer. Just stalks forward until he’s toe-to-toe with him, until the smell of Charles’ sweat and champagne and heat floods his nose. “Congratulations?” Max growls, voice low and poisonous. “For what? Ruining my race? Driving like a fucking brat?”
Charles’ smile sharpens, a playful glint lighting his eyes. “I got P2,” he says simply, voice almost lighthearted, as if that explains everything. “Don’t be sore just because you couldn’t keep up.”
Max’s hand snaps out, grabs the back of Charles’ neck, fingers curling tight into the sweaty curls at his nape. He leans in, breath hot against Charles’ ear. “You’ve got no idea how close I came to running you off the track. Lucky for you, all I want is to fuck you so hard you forget everything else —especially how to drive.”
OR: Charles clips Max at the race, so Max punishes his bratty omega by making him remember his true purpose. [UPDATED 8/28/25]
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Max had leaned over him, hand sinking into the damp curls at the base of his neck, brushing them away just to watch him flinch at the sensitivity. Charles was burning up. Sweaty. Red-cheeked. Beautiful in that wrecked, fucked-out kind of way that made Max hard all over again just looking at him.
"Whenever I want," Max murmured, soft but cocky, voice thick with satisfaction. His thumb dragged across Charles’s cheekbone. A claiming touch, "That’s what you said, right?"
And Charles had nodded. Just once. Quiet. But it was all Max needed.
(Can be read in the same universe as my roomates fic)
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When Charles ordered an Uber motorcycle ride, he didn’t know what to expect —he just needed a cheaper ride on a Tuesday night.
Certainly not for his driver, one Max Verstappen, to be so incredibly hot and make his heart race in a whole new way.
OR: Charles tries a new Uber service for the first time and ends up enjoying it a lot more than he expected. The handsome blonde driver, Max, only made it better. Charles knew he had to have Max's number by the end of the ride.
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They saw each other in a normal place, at a normal time, on a normal day.
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14 Dec 2023